


Lend Me a Hand, Fall Into my Arms

by TheDarkFlygon



Series: 46 Survivors (Sugarvine) AU [1]
Category: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School, Super Dangan Ronpa 2
Genre: 46 Survivors AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everybody (or so) Lives, Chiaki-centric, F/M, Fluff (at the end), Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Light Angst with a Happy Ending, Overwork, Poor Renditions of Congested Voice, SHSL Counsellor AU, Sickfic, The Hinanami is light but it's still there y'know
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-07-19
Updated: 2017-07-19
Packaged: 2018-12-04 09:56:54
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,585
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11552760
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheDarkFlygon/pseuds/TheDarkFlygon
Summary: Chiaki physically died. Her soul lives on in a computer, and everybody wants to give her back something to live in so she can escape.It's just that Hinata happened to want so far more than the others. Maybe too much.But how is a spirit trapped inside her lifeline supposed to prevent someone in another realm from exhausting themselves?(or: the backstory behind Sugarvine!Chiaki's first robotic body, and Hajime still not knowing where to fucking stop)





	Lend Me a Hand, Fall Into my Arms

**Author's Note:**

> Okay so it was supposed to be shorter than that but here we go. More notes this time around.
> 
> -How do you write lmao everyone is OOC   
> -More seriously, this fic kinda considers that you've read No Pain, No Gain or so They Said because this fic relates a lot to the events from this fic. I like to reuse my previous stuff haha  
> -The OWP, or Other World Program, is the Sugarvine equivalent of the NWP. It was built by Hope's Peak with the help of some Ultimates. Usami gets mentioned but who cares.  
> -Chihiro is open about being a dude by this point, because when he speaks to Chiaki the brainwashing hasn't happened yet  
> -Please read series notes for further questions about Saccharine AU McGee  
> -Yeah I don't even know if Hajime is like that anymore, but he seems like a pretty stubborn guy to me
> 
> (also the reason why it took so long is that I caught up on Voltron for the past few days lmao)

From their digital cage, peeking through the integrated camera of a giant computer keeping her soul alive, two pink eyes focused on a teenage boy fiddling around with countless bits and pieces of rose golden pieces of metal, numbers written with a bright pink sharpie on their back. Next to these were a forest of cables and some bigger pieces, reminiscent of motors and gears.

But where was the Ultimate Mechanic? Or the Ultimate Inventor? All that was left of their presence were these ingredients to the perfect sentient human-sized doll and what looked like a thousand-page instruction manual.

 

The boy turned around and looked at the screen with a slight smirk on his face.

“Ah, Nanami! How are you?” he asked, still clutching the paper sheets in his hands.

“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking, Hinata-kun… But, what are you doing…?” she questioned back, directly looking at the scraps in the back.

“Right, I forgot to tell you! Souda, Iruma and Fujisaki came up with a robotic body for you to live in, ’cause of you-know-what, and these are all the pieces they need! I wanted to do something, so I help around building it, y’know. I’m no mechanic, I mean, but I think I got the hang of it.”

 

Chiaki was constantly reminded of her predicament. She had been “executed” by Enoshima from Class 78, in an attempt to bring despair to all her friends, but Hinata had saved her before she could die from blood loss. Luckily, the Other World Program project, on which Hope’s Peak had been working on, was advanced enough to salvage her soul as an avatar while her body passed away…

…And while she was a bit tired of getting reminded about having technically died, and how dependant she was on a complicated machine, she couldn’t blame her classmates and friends from trying to save her as much as possible.

 

“Be careful then, Hinata-kun… You could injure yourself…” she rambled, almost to herself, as he went back to study the different pieces.

He got out from a toolbox various items: electric-proof rubber gloves, pliers, wretches… It seemed as if it was Souda’s reserve box he entrusted their classmate with. Even if it was clearly not the mechanic’s favourite tools, it was still high-lane stuff he had been able to afford when entering Hope’s Peak.

 

“Hinata-kun… Please don’t push it…”

Chiaki knew better than anyone else that Hinata was a bit… Obsessive when it came to stuff he was deeply involved in. If his official title was Ultimate Counsellor, “Ultimate Determinator” seemed more fitting to her. Not only did he gain said title by passing an exam he had overworked himself to the point of shutting down entirely to get, she could feel the same passionate feelings emanating from him…

Her avatar felt shivers down her spine. She couldn’t let this happen again… Not after having seen his last moments before losing consciousness two years prior to that. But how was she supposed to do so from behind a computer screen?

 

* * *

“What do you think about the latest Trigger Happy Havoc, Nanami?”

“I’ve finished the Mall Mode yesterday…. They’re still pretending that the protagonist is the first female one despite the spinoff and the third game…”

“Yeah, that sucks! I really liked Baranohana, but it seems like everyone forgets about her!”

 

“How’s been the group today, Hinata-kun…?”

“Oh, business as usual. Enoshima brainwashed yet another Reserve Course class. We’re all tested to know if we’re despair yet. We all live in the main building now. And Souda tried to get Sonia again, but it still didn’t work. And you?”

“I’ve heard from Fujisaki-kun that Naegi-kun has fallen ill…”

“Oh, that too. Tsumiki thinks he may have the flu. But Kirigiri is guarding the little guy like a dog so I think he’s gonna be okay.”

 

“Huh, Nanami?”

“Yes, Hinata-kun?”

“You need anything more in the ‘game’? Like, I don’t know, more locations or more stuff to do.”

“No, I’m completely okay with what I already have, don’t worry…”

 

“Do you have news about Class 79, Hinata-kun…?”

“Oh, yeah. Akamatsu and Maizono founded a band, and Mioda is trying to join them. Saihara is still heads over heels for his pianist girlfriend, even if everybody was shipping him with Kirigiri at first. That was until she started to date Naegi, though.”

“Saihara-kun has started to date Akamatsu-san…?”

“No, it was a figure of speech. He’s still not gonna spit it up.”

“Oh…”

 

“Aouch! Fuck…”

“What’s wrong, Hinata-kun?”

“Oh, I just cut myself, no big deal. Huh… You know where the bandages are?”

“Right next to the toolbox…”

“Ah, yeah, thank you Nanami!”

“It’s getting late, maybe you should go to bed…”

“What hour is it?”

“Midnight…”

“Ah, it’s that late already? I should call this a night before my vision gets too blurry to do anything. See you tomorrow, Nanami!”

“Goodnight, Hinata-kun…”

 

They would usually make small talk while he was building her shell. He was the one to visit her the most, so she always asked him about what was happening to their comrades and friends. She really enjoyed the light-hearted discussions they had, ranging from video games to just small daily things and trivia.

But something was worrying her deep inside her…

 

 

 

* * *

“It’s 3AM, Hinata-kun, you should go to bed…”

“Nanami, seriously, that’s not an issue… I can’t find sleep anyway”

“Hinata-kun, you pulled an all-nighter last night…”

“I told you, I can’t sleep!”

 

Chiaki had found that snappy tone of his surprising three days prior, but now, she was almost used to getting snapped at each time she would mention sleep to him. Hinata had barely been himself these last days: aside from the dark canyons under his eyes, he had stopped talking to her on his own, only focusing on building that robotic body.

Late evenings became the middle of the night, which in turn became all-nighters. She desperately wanted another classmate of hers to pay her a visit, just so she could tell them about Hinata’s current behaviour and ask if he was getting any sleep whatsoever.

 

Souda was the first one to visit her who would listen to such requests, but he was also the first one to admit he wasn’t playing much attention to Hinata in the first place. The only disturbing detail he told her, when asked about this, was that he was far more solitary, especially since class had ended after the Tragedy had started.

She proceeded to read Fujisaki’s messages in an attempt to get some answers, only to discover other disturbing facts here and there. The rooms were completely sound-safe… If you closed the door. One day, in the middle of the night, while trying to go to the bathroom, the programmer had heard the counsellor’s voice screaming in the middle of the night, and that was before Hinata had started pulling off all-nighters.

 

“I can’t sleep” suddenly became truth to her eyes, and when she screamed, nothing came out of the speakers next to her window. She had been muted. While she had been reading, looking away, he had muted her speakers. He wasn’t even bothering with her pleas for him to get help anymore. He couldn’t do this alone, not when he was purposely ignoring someone, and she had no way to do so anymore. She couldn’t unmute herself on her own.

“Hinata-kun… Don’t do this…”

 

The familiar 7AM jingle resonated in the OWP room. He put down the arm he was working on and unmuted her without a word. For the first time in three days, she got the occasion to look at his face from a close angle.

He looked like he was about to collapse under his own weight: bloodshot glassy eyes, deeper rings that she thought, shaking hands, sweat all over his face, dishevelled hair and one eye twitching.

 

“See ya later, Nanami”.

His voice sounded hoarse, and maybe slightly congested.

 

* * *

“Hinata-san’s been rude to you lately, Nanami-senpai?” asked a small boy inspecting the body parts.

“Yeah… Hinata-kun muted me last night so he wouldn’t hear me tell him to sleep… At least, I think that’s why”

“He did quite the job with your body, but… He seems exhausted when I see him lately… I’m getting worried too…”

 

“I… I think he may be sick, Fujisaki-kun…”

“You’re talking about Hinata-san, right? He… He does look unwell lately…” replied the programmer, visibly unsure.

Chiaki’s avatar nodded.

“I’ll try to keep an eye on him, okay? I don’t guarantee I’ll do a good job, but, I’ll try my best!”

“Thank you, Fujisaki-kun…”

 

* * *

 

It was half past eight in the evening when Hinata showed up again, a disposable mask over the lower part of his face. If this hadn’t been clear enough on the day before, she was now certain that he was ill. His deep fatigue must had weakened him enough to catch a cold from an isolated environment.

“Sub, Dadabi…”

“Hello, Hinata-kun…”

 

He staggered to his seat and grabbed the arm he had worked on the day before. Chiaki was now pretty sure he was reaching self-destructive levels of overwork.

“Hinata-kun… You’re okay?” she asked, worry dripping from her pixelated mouth.

“Gould be bedder…”

“You should rest, you must be sick…”

“Glass Seveddy Seved god drabbed indo the sghool by Edoshiba… We dodt have dibe adybore…”

He coughed between his tired words. If only she could use that robotic body to stop him from getting any worse…

 

After three or four uses of bandages in a brand-new first-aid toolkit Tsumiki had brought there as soon as she noticed the injuries on Hinata’s hands, Chiaki was more than convinced that the situation wouldn’t end well for him at all. He was speaking about fleeing, and how they didn’t have much time anymore, but he was the one who would have the less chances to get away from this place in his condition. He probably didn’t realize that.

Or… Did he? He would have made a sarcastic remark about that, usually.

 

After a long period of silence, he got up from his stool and tumbled to her screen, eyes crossing and laboured breathing. He had two robotic arms in his hands. She saw his attempt at focusing through his pained look, as he vainly tried to connect these arms to the special ports she had under her glass wall. It took him a few minutes of coughing and sniffing to succeed.

As soon as they were connected, Chiaki immediately noticed that her avatar had lost its arms, only to realize a bit later that they were now the two pieces connected to her.

 

“Ogay… Aggording to Fujisagi add the others… Ya have full bovebends… Basig reflegses… And… Huh… I duddo adybore…”

She look at the inside of her right palm. Outside of the visible joints linking her new fingers together, she saw suspicious-looking darker yet softer parts. After a small test on her left wrist, she touched his forehead.

“Whad are you doing…?”

“So these things are temperature sensors… I think”

 

Hinata’s shaky hand took down her own, giving her a weak stink eye. The lack of grip on her arm’s sensors alerted her even more of his gravely weakened down state, if his miserable appearance didn’t show it enough. Everything about him was screaming exhaustion.

A beeping noise alerted her that the temperature sensors had finished their calculus. On her UI showed up the notification itself, reading in a white text over pink hues: “39.9° C”. Chiaki didn’t need a human body to know this wasn’t supposed to happen.

 

“You… You have a high fever…” she muttered, avatar in a state of shock.

“Shaddub… I’b fidished… Id’s all dad badders…” he replied in an ever weaker voice, barely audible yet sounding completely dried out.

She stayed quiet, not knowing what to do. All she had was her voice, which he wasn’t listening to anymore, and robotic arms who would feel hot as soon as she touched him with them.

 

Hinata, half-crawling, pushed on his arms to face her directly through the screen, hands on the monitor. She once again felt shivers down her spine on the moment his bloodshot, surrounded by black eyes, and waves of chills each time she noticed a detail: dried-up tear trails, eyelids closing on themselves, teeth chattering… And a forced grin.

“I fuggid did id, Dadabi… Ya have a body… I jusd deed do fidish… Asseblig id…”

He let out a whimper, tears dropping from his eyes.

“I’b sorry… I’b probably dod godda be able do fidish id byself…”

 

Chiaki, sensing that he was running on even lower batteries than when he was taking the Ultimate Entrance exam, wrapped her new arms around him. His knees gave in, but her movements were still too slow, and he brutally fell down. Any attempt at getting up resulted in a failure.

He was out of her field of vision, but she was sure that Hinata was trying to speak, keyword being “trying”. He was just coughing over and over again, as if his fit wasn’t stopping, until he sounded completely out of breath, panting and slumped over himself.

 

“What’s wrong, Hinata-kun…?” she asked, doing her best to look at what was under the screen, without success.

“D-dothig… Dond worry…” he barely replied before getting up on shaky legs.

“Is there something wrong with your lips, then…?”

 

His hand was suspiciously covering the lower part of his face, now that his mask had fallen down right under his chin. She couldn’t see what was inside the mask, but soon enough, she saw something slowly dripping across his jaw, gaining his neck slowly.

“Hinata-kun, please, tell me what’s wrong…” she begged.

He slowly pulled out his hand, revealing his lips from which oozed blood.

“I… I’b godda faind…”

 

As soon as his legs gave in again, and as his eyes closed, some kind of adrenaline helped her wrap her new arms around him and prevent him from hitting the ground. Using a secret cheat code Naegi had gotten the idea for, she called for help.

 

* * *

 

Souda and Tsumiki barged into the room, even if it was eleven in the evening. The mechanic had his favourite toolbox in his hands while the nurse had her famous first-aid toolkit. He had an annoyed look, she had a worried face. How was she going to explain this to her classmates?

“Why the hell did you call us, Nanami?!”

“W-what’s wrong, Nanami-san?!”

 

They both froze as soon as they saw Hinata’s almost limp form in her robotic arms, hold like a fallen bride, flushed and loudly breathing. Souda stayed stuck in his spot while Tsumiki almost tripped as she rushed to the monitor. She kneeled down and started to diagnose their classmate after Chiaki had softly put him down on the floor, in a strange silence.

Souda finally walked to the two girls, scratching the back of his head and putting his toolbox on the ground. His eyes were still wide open, fixated on his unconscious friend.

 

“What does he have?” he asked as he kneeled down too, taking off his beanie to serve as an impromptu pillow.

“I think Hinata-kun caught something like the flu, but he’s so exhausted that it got even worse…!” Tsumiki replied in a worried whimper, if not in downright panic.

“That’s like, terrible? We’re supposed to enter the OWP tomorrow, we can’t wait until Hinata is all healed up!” reacted the mechanic.

“Y-you’re right, Souda-kun, b-but… He has a really high fever! He must have overworked himself!!”

“…Fujisaki-kun programmed the OWP to take care of illnesses… I think…”

 

Chiaki’s voice made her two classmates raise their heads towards her.

“Fujisaki-kun once told me that the OWP can handle sick people… I think we shouldn’t worry too much about that…” she explained calmly.

“T-then, we can just bring Hinata-kun with us without worrying, right?” asked Tsumiki.

“If we take care of him in the game, everything will be all right…” the gamer smiled.

 

Souda took his unconscious friend on his back and exchanged a look with Tsumiki.

“Nanami, we’re getting into the OWP tomorrow morning. Hinata was supposed to tell you, but… You know what! So, huh, we’re gonna put him with ya so ya can take care of him or somethin’ while we all prepare our last minute stuff, kay?”

“Got it…”

 

Souda and Tsumiki proceeded to more-or-less carefully helped their classmate to his transfer pod, paying attention to the settings. After a few minutes of tweaking here and there, they had found the hidden option. They then put Hinata inside the pod, paying attention not to knock him before closing the green lid on him and turning on the machinery.

She was ready to welcome him.

 

* * *

With enough belief in herself, Chiaki was able to anything she wanted in this “game”. If she wanted, she was able to carry someone heavier than her in her arms. She wouldn’t had the strength to carry him, if they were outside of the Other World Program. But this wasn’t the case, not anymore.

The AI known as “Usami.exe” had bugged out, leaving her alone on this virtual island. While Fujisaki had never gotten the time to fix it, by the daylight, she would no longer be the only one awaken in this place.

 

If she wanted, she could take a bucket from the supermarket, fill it with the coldest water around and come back to the cottage at the speed of sound without feeling tired. This was the magic of knowing it was all a simulation: she could play around with its engine. She could twist boundaries if she was determined enough.

She would run fast if Chiaki wasn’t holding Hinata. He was taller and stronger than her, and she knew this fact, but he seemed so fragile as he was lying in her arms. Even when plunged into the simulation, his ills remained with him. The only thing that was different from before that she could now see how sick he _actually_ was.

 

His arrival was as graceless as it could be: he arrived from the ruins on the second island, just as Fujisaki told her it would happen, slightly smiled when he saw her and fell to his knees as she rushed to him. Since then, she was stuck with a half-conscious boy who could barely open his eyes.

“I… Thought the OWP… Wouldn’t port that too…” he grunted faintly.

“I think Tsumiki-san tweaked something so the program would take that in account for your real body…” she replied calmly,

“Geez, thanks, Tsumiki…”

The lack of congestion in his voice could only mean the OWP was ignoring this factor.

 

She could had been exaggerating, but she truly had a feeling that he could fall apart once again, just like he almost did when he took the Ultimate Entrance exam. It was both familiar and even worse, with the added illness on top of exhaustion. She just sensed it, as if becoming a bodiless soul in a computer gave her abilities she hadn’t had before.

“How are you feeling, Hinata-kun…?” she asked, hoping he would lay the truth flat out now that he was “trapped” on a virtual island.

“Errh… Like complete garbage… I guess…”

 

There was a lot to say about the condition he was in as she walked down the bridge to the central island, then the one to the first island. She wished she was quicker than her current slow pace, but once again, it was as if she was transporting a glass statue. The thought wasn’t leaving her mind, for once free from video games. She was the heroine of her own game anyway, in the role of a nurse. This was the occasion for her to pay him back for his efforts on her robotic shell, but she had to remind him not to do that for the second time.

She was finally on the first island. Walking past the bugged-out Usami.exe, she immediately directed herself to Hotel Mirai, internally thinking about if she had to get a key from his pocket or if she could bypass enough coding to open the door by herself.

 

“Wha… What happened…?”

“I don’t know for sure… But you collapsed… I think…”

“Don’t tell me… I did it again…”

 

She didn’t know how to reply to him, except for scolding him for his recklessness. Now that she was in front of the hotel, Chiaki had nothing left to focus on than his condition, noticing this fact as soon as she felt an unnatural heat inside her palms and between her fingers, then sweat under his short-sleeved shirt.

His face revealed the most of it, at first glance: Hinata was flushed with the red of fever, contrasting with an otherwise death-pale face, shivering from everywhere she had a touch on (and probably everywhere he could have gotten chills), shaking in huge coughs directly coming from his chest. But Chiaki knew him better than that: if someone as independent as Hinata was letting himself getting carried by the girl he had been trying to save for the last months, he had to be out of commission and have surrendered.

 

She reached his cottage and, with what seemed to be a simple press of her hand, she unlocked and opened the door. After putting him in bed gently, the gamer ran at the speed of sound to the supermarket to get a bucket and to the nearest bathroom for cold water, grabbing towels and washcloths on the way.

Chiaki knew she was no Ultimate Nurse, but she could at least keep his condition in check. She put the bucket next to his bed, soaking the washcloth, washing up his face, soaking it back and pressing it on his forehead; just before leaving to get medicine from the pharmacy on the third second island. Fever reducers, cough syrup and aspirin would do the job for the moment, she thought.

 

She wasn’t sure what was pushing her to be so fast and so passionate about something not video game-related. A part of her was convinced it was because she finally had the occasion to pay back the help Hinata had given her when she was about to die, only to afterwards almost single-handedly taking care of her robotic body. She owed him so much, after all, she couldn’t just stay there and let him sink into more illness and pressure.

The irony in his talent was astonishing. Hinata was the Ultimate Counsellor. He was the best listener of their class, and knew what to reply at these who sought his help. To everyone else’s eyes, he would rely on them if they could rely on him, and while he accepted getting paid back, everybody knew he still had some kind of loner spirit to him, of someone who wanted to keep his independence.

 

She wouldn’t have minded if he knew where to stop, but he never knew. Hinata never knew when to stop. His eyes never laid down when he was determined to achieve something. The first displays of this tendency were soft: finish homework before doing anything else (she could remember Ishimaru liking this a lot), insist on helping someone in need, never lay down an issue that hadn’t been resolved… Who could have guessed that he was obsessive enough to overwork himself twice?

Chiaki could remember delving down his insecurities when his Ultimate Entrance exam left him exhausted, helpless and delirious with fever. He wanted a talent. He wanted to be proud of himself and he wanted to just be someone. No matter how many speeches she would give him, he would still push himself into a toxic mind-set.

This was the reason why he was in that condition. And she would do _anything_ to get him out from there. She had died once; she wouldn’t let her class down once again. Robot or not, stuck in a simulation or not, she would do it.

 

She would not let Hinata fall back to his demons again.

 

* * *

Chiaki was sitting next to the bed, playing on a console (wait, did that mean she was playing a game _inside_ a game?), and everything was calmer than she had expected them to be. Her friend’s breathing had calmed down, and his cough had done the same once he had fallen asleep, which he did almost as soon as his head had hit the pillow.

If there was something he needed more than saving the world, helping his class, working on her new body and being the class representative he officially wasn’t, it was sleep. A lot of sleep.

 

Eventually, his peaceful sleep started to look more and more disturbed, as his face distorted more and more. From his brows slightly frowning, the counsellor started to sweat even more than he previously did, panting for no apparent reasons as he clenched his teeth. A few whispers she couldn’t understand escaped his lips, but the terrified tone of them was so intense she didn’t have to guess what the words exactly were.

She was only mildly surprised when Hinata bolted awake, hands clutching the sheets and breathing clutching for air. She knew everything was a nightmare, but Chiaki clearly didn’t expect to get pulled into a tearful embrace, almost close enough to feel the tears running down his cheeks.

 

“D-don’t g-go…” she heard him stutter between a sob and a cough.

“I’m not going anywhere, Hinata-kun… Not anymore…”

“B-but you died… There was blood everywhere… A-and then… The virus…”

“There is no virus… Everything is fine, really…”

Her own hands landed on his back as she tried her best to soothe him back to reality.

 

“You… You’ve had nightmares because of what happened to me, right…?”

“Y-yeah…”

“And you feel bad for not being able to build me another body on your own, right…?”

“Y-yeah…”

“It’s all right, Hinata-kun. You’re trying, and it’s what truly matters… I’m sure the others will help you once they arrive… You have to rely on others sometimes, right? You can’t do everything by yourself all the time…”

He looked at her with watery, tired eyes – and all she did was smile softly at him.

“You just need a well-deserved rest…”

 

He was in no shape to get a scold or any lesson whatsoever about self-care and self-esteem, so Chiaki just decided to put him back to bed softly, only for him to just spew out his insecurities one after the others.

 

_“I’m not as good as everybody else.”_

_“You’re the best at what you do.”_

_“What I’m good at it is useless.”_

_“Everybody needs someone to confide in and get advice from.”_

_“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”_

_“What you think is good for the others.”_

_“What do I do now?”_

_“Rest.”_

 

Eventually, it died down and Hinata just looked at her, a small smile on his face as his eyes could barely be kept open.

“Thank you, Chiaki…”

He fell down inside her arms as she felt her cheeks burn up from the mention of her name.

“You’re welcome…”

 

For now, she wanted to play games and doze off until he woke up. But something was clear in her mind: paying him back wasn’t what she truly wanted to do. She wanted to unite and protect everyone she cared for.

And if protecting him meant becoming his personal caretaker, since he seemed so devoted to everything he cared for, she would do it. She would become _Hajime_ ’s guardian.


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